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A Thanksgiving Sonnet

Hem your blessings with thankfulness so they don’t unravel. – Author Unknown

He humbly came to dwell upon the earth,
Submitted to a poor and lowly birth.
He gave Himself to die upon a tree
To offer righteousness to all, to me!

What can I say that’s not been said before
By those who spoke of One whom they adore,
Whose love was far more perfect than is mine,
Whose pens were sharpened to a point more fine?

It’s all been said by many different men
And yet I still take up my simple pen
To offer up this little bit of praise
(We do the things we can in our own ways)

And, early on this new Thanksgiving day,
Give thanks for Him who’s offered me a way.

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